Inevitable. Hubby and I were on a date, and there she was ~ our son`s new mom. 💔
Our son might have been there too; we don’t know. He’s in college somewhere, I think. Maybe he went back to the car when he saw us; maybe we could have seen him.
We just don’t know.
I guess it was gonna happen sometime. In a community this small, it’s remarkable that it took seven years to run into their family somewhere.
God why does this hurt so much? Nothing has changed~our son still left when he was 16 and eventually changed his name and joined another 👪 family (from his highschool drama club) when he was 22. Four years ago.
But it does hurt. How do I get over this, Jesus? You’ve got to help me! or I am toast.
I trust You Yahweh.
Please hold me now. I miss our son. I feel like I will never be happy again.
And if anyone doesn’t listen to you and rejects your message, when you leave that house or town, shake the dust off your feet as a prophetic act that you will not take their defilement with you. Matthew 10:14 TPT https://bible.com/bible/1849/mat.10.14.TPT
I went to sleep worried about my closely related offender, and feeling guilty for unfriending him. His life is so pathetic and sad! You know?
It’s complicated when you grew up with your offender.
I’ve always felt super responsible for this person. I know how bad it was for us growing up: I was there.
Some of you will know exactly what I am talking about.
Ambivalence. That’s what the text books call it.
That’s what it’s like
when someone you love
someone you also need to be afraid of.
Most of my nightmare was about me trying to convince my family of a rather unusual thing:
that this guy is capable of killing me and my kids and they need to not tell him where I live.
not being able to
I want to blog this So that other people who love and also fear their family members, and people whose family choose not to believe them about crimes that have been committed…can know they are not alone. 🌷